Time to build an Ark ?

When a third of a region’s expected annual rainfall comes pouring down in under 12 hours, we could be forgiven for thinking that the apocalypse is coming to Spain.  As a wet front coming in from the Mediterranean hits the mountains of the Alcornacales Natural Park, it is being forced to unceremoniously dump its moistureContinue reading “Time to build an Ark
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Birding Off-piste in Extremadura – Part Two…

After a day’s birding amongst the crags and cliffs of Monfragüe National Park, the jewel in Cáceres department’s crown, most people move on to other areas of Extremadura.  But there are many less-birded gems to discover.  My group – consisting of seasoned journalists, budding young bloggers and, er, me – had had a fantastic introductionContinue reading “Birding Off-piste in Extremadura – Part Two…”

Birding Off-piste in Extremadura – Part One…

      Think of a birding trip to Extremadura and you’ll undoubtedly think of Monfragüe National Park.   This 18,000 hectare jewel in the region’s crown has become one of the most important birdwatching destinations in Spain. And with good reason.  As well as a wealth of mountain passerines, this protected area is internationally importantContinue reading “Birding Off-piste in Extremadura – Part One…”

Q. What do @urbanbirder , 20,000+ Honey Buzzards, Short-toed and Booted Eagles, White Storks, Black Kites, and the Inglorious Bustards have in common?

A. We all chose to pass through Tarifa’s Cazalla raptor watchpoint on the same day! Several days of strong easterly crosswinds (known locally as the Levante or ‘sunrise wind’) had stopped the migrating raptors in their tracks. Now, the gentle Poniente or ‘sunset wind’ prevailed, with a slight southerly direction giving the birds the liftContinue reading “Q. What do @urbanbirder , 20,000+ Honey Buzzards, Short-toed and Booted Eagles, White Storks, Black Kites, and the Inglorious Bustards have in common?”

What the heck am I doing here?!

Do you ever have those moments when your brain takes an involuntary step back from what you’re doing and goes “What the heck am I doing here?!”? Wading through a weedy pumpkin field somewhere in Central Morocco, stirring up clouds of Crimson-speckled Flunkey moths and hoping with each step that our feet would dislodge anContinue reading “What the heck am I doing here?!”